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CHAPTER 32 (part 1)

It was quite a warm morning at the cemetery.
Under this lovely sunlight, stood a group of people sniffing and hugging one another as they let go their loved one. It had always been a sad scene. Losing someone and never would be able to see them again was heartbreaking. But that was life; it bounded to happen that way.

Death might separated the live and the corpse but somehow, they'd still live in your heart. They'd still be there- forever.

Two ladies walked hand in hand with confident
steps toward the certain tomb. One of them- the
taller one held a bouquet of white rose's- her brother's favorite flower. Her other hand tighten her grip on the latter's hand protectively. Somewhat scared that the angel of death might took her away from her. It didn't make any sense but she just had to do it.

She felt Tara's thumb stoked the back of her
hand, calming her. She gave her a quick weak smile as she kept on walking. Amber had promised him to bring Tara with her should she accept her heart forever. So here she was, standing before Richie's gravestone with Tara.

"Hey idiot," she put the flowers on top of the
grass. "I- oh... I-" she glanced at the black dressed
people.

She had seen death since forever, she had lost
her patients a lot than she could even handle, she somehow immune to the heart wrenching scene when she had to announce 'we did everything we could, she/he had give everything their got,' usually the family understood by that sentence that their loved one didn't make it- that they were gone.

She gulped hard. She didn't know what had come over her to be so overly sensitive today.

"Amber, are you okay?" Tara's voice came out
in gentle tone, concerned.

"Yeah," she shook her head to clear up her mind.
She squeezed her companion's hand lightly,
assuring her.

"Richie, as promised, I brought Tara with me.
What do you think of her?" A soft wind blew.

"I know you'd think she's pretty," she chuckled
a bit. "Wait," Amber gestured Tara to sit at the cold cement. "It's not that I'm crazy or something, it's just that- this is how I communicate with him. You know I talk, he's dead but I know he's listening. I mean I don't know how, it doesn't make any sense but he must be listening- I mean he's-" she rambled.

"Amber," Tara stopped her. "I get it," she
soothed her. "May I talk with him too?"

"Yeah, sure," Amber nodded.

"Hey Richie," she could feel the wind fondled her face, she smiled. "How are you? We all are good here, I hope you are well too. Amber told me a lot about you, some good, some bad," she giggled.

"One thing for sure, though. Amber adores you
very much. You know her longer than I do, you
certainly know how rare that is, right? They spent more than half hour talking and laughing with the wind. Amber proudly told him that
they were engaged and the talk about marriage
date was on its way. They bid their goodbye as
Tara bowed a bit before joined Amber.

Amber started her car when she felt Tara's hand on her thigh. She turned to her with a confused look upon her face.

"I wish I got to know him."

Her memory flew back to a few years ago at this
very place when she was the one whom standing, struggling so hard holding back her tears as the coffin downgraded to the dugouts with a broken arm and crushed heart.

Richie was the brother she never had. They weren't blood related, they weren't childhood friends or anything, but he was her protector, her enemy, her ally, her rival- her best friend. Losing him caused her drown in the weakest point that ever happened in her life. He was a great company. Unfortunately, he was gone too soon.